The Little Duke: Richard the FearlessYonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
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The Little Duke: Richard the Fearless
Yonge, Charlotte M. (Charlotte Mary)
Richard I, Duke of Normandy, approximately 932-996 -- Juvenile fiction
"Well, but did he not laugh, and say it was nothing? Alberic quite
knocked me down with a great snowball the other day, and Sir Eric
laughed, and said I must stand firmer."
"Do you make snowballs?"
"To be sure I do! Do not you?"
"Oh, no! the snow is so cold."
"Ah! you are but a little boy," said Richard, in a superior manner.
Carloman asked how it was done; and Richard gave an animated description
of the snowballing, a fortnight ago, at Rouen, when Osmond and some of
the other young men built a snow fortress, and defended it against
Richard, Alberic, and the other Squires. Carloman listened with delight,
and declared that next time it snowed, they would have a snow castle; and
thus, by the time supper was over, the two little boys were very good
friends.
Bedtime came not long after supper. Richard's was a smaller room than he
had been used to at Rouen; but it amazed him exceedingly when he first
went into it: he stood gazing in wonder, because, as he said, "It was as
if he had been in a church."
"Yes, truly!" said Osmond. "No wonder these poor creatures of French
cannot stand before a Norman lance, if they cannot sleep without glass to
their windows. Well! what would my father say to this?"
"And see! see, Osmond! they have put hangings up all round the walls,
just like our Lady's church on a great feast-day. They treat us just as
if we were the holy saints; and here are fresh rushes strewn about the
floor, too. This must be a mistake--it must be an oratory, instead of my
chamber."
"No, no, my Lord; here is our gear, which I bade Sybald and Henry see
bestowed in our chamber. Well, these Franks are come to a pass, indeed!
My grandmother will never believe what we shall have to tell her. Glass
windows and hangings to sleeping chambers! I do not like it I am sure we
shall never be able to sleep, closed up from the free air of heaven in
this way: I shall be always waking, and fancying I am in the chapel at
home, hearing Father Lucas chanting his matins. Besides, my father would
blame me for letting you be made as tender as a Frank. I'll have out
this precious window, if I can."
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